following you on the interstate walking away
So X3 was good, I thought. It pissed Paul off for a few reasons, which I won't go into since they're spolier-ish. What I want to know though, is why on earth Rogue was jealous of Bobby and Kitty. I mean Rogue and Bobby look about what, 19 or 20 and Kitty looked like a 13 year old. I don't know, maybe Ice Man likes the kiddies. Angel was a cutie, wasn't he? Oh and Marrow, freaking awesome.
Speaking of X-Men and super heros, I just finished reading Marvel 1602. I'm really not all that into super hero comics as a whole, but this one was really good. Maybe I'm biased because it was written by Gaiman, but I thought he did an amazing job. The 17th Century counterparts of these modern day heros were done really well. My favortie was Matt Murdoch, Angel (again), and Dr. Strange and his wife Clea. It's a really good read, even if you're not into super heros.
Speaking of which again, that new movie with Uma Thurman, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, looks pretty funny. Not something I'd see in a theatre, but something I'd like to see. I can't wait for the new Pirates movie. Saw the trailer for that too, looks really awesome.
About half way through the movie I started getting chest pains again and was getting really uncomfortable so I had to get up and leave for a bit. I didn't actually do that until about right before the end, so I missed the begining of the 'end fight scene' and basically just got to watch Kitty Pride being chased by Juggernaut through the building. Eh. I'm getting really tired of being sick all the time. When we got home I took my Zantac (for heartburn) and my asprin (blood thinner), since I don't know what's actually wrong, and laid down. I had a weird ass dream about my mom, Jim, a guy from high school named nick, a bunch of bikers at a chicken dinner picnic who were apparently Richard Simmons groupies, and a New Word that was made. It was odd to say the least. I'm feeling a little better right now but I've still got that hollow bubble feeling in my chest. And my stomach is kinda icky feeling. I'm begining to wonder if that when I had Gastroenteritis it didn't fuck me up in some way. I've really got to call Health for Friends Monday or Tuesday. I'm not going to be able to start either one of my jobs like this. It takes all my energy to sit up half the time. Sometimes life really fucking sucks, but I'm holding out for it to improve. Hoping and praying.
So to avoid ending on a down note, here's a joke...How many flies does it take to screw in a light bulb? Two, but I'll be damned if I know how they got in there.
Speaking of X-Men and super heros, I just finished reading Marvel 1602. I'm really not all that into super hero comics as a whole, but this one was really good. Maybe I'm biased because it was written by Gaiman, but I thought he did an amazing job. The 17th Century counterparts of these modern day heros were done really well. My favortie was Matt Murdoch, Angel (again), and Dr. Strange and his wife Clea. It's a really good read, even if you're not into super heros.
Speaking of which again, that new movie with Uma Thurman, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, looks pretty funny. Not something I'd see in a theatre, but something I'd like to see. I can't wait for the new Pirates movie. Saw the trailer for that too, looks really awesome.
About half way through the movie I started getting chest pains again and was getting really uncomfortable so I had to get up and leave for a bit. I didn't actually do that until about right before the end, so I missed the begining of the 'end fight scene' and basically just got to watch Kitty Pride being chased by Juggernaut through the building. Eh. I'm getting really tired of being sick all the time. When we got home I took my Zantac (for heartburn) and my asprin (blood thinner), since I don't know what's actually wrong, and laid down. I had a weird ass dream about my mom, Jim, a guy from high school named nick, a bunch of bikers at a chicken dinner picnic who were apparently Richard Simmons groupies, and a New Word that was made. It was odd to say the least. I'm feeling a little better right now but I've still got that hollow bubble feeling in my chest. And my stomach is kinda icky feeling. I'm begining to wonder if that when I had Gastroenteritis it didn't fuck me up in some way. I've really got to call Health for Friends Monday or Tuesday. I'm not going to be able to start either one of my jobs like this. It takes all my energy to sit up half the time. Sometimes life really fucking sucks, but I'm holding out for it to improve. Hoping and praying.
So to avoid ending on a down note, here's a joke...How many flies does it take to screw in a light bulb? Two, but I'll be damned if I know how they got in there.